I'm creeping up on the end. I see you, The End…I can alllllmooooossssttt reach you…!! It has meant getting cramps in my fingers, angrily deleting as much as writing, and reading/writing/deleting so much this past year that I now need readers. (Which is fine, because I think librarians are hot. Smart girls in pencil skirts? Nuff said.) It has meant ignoring dust bunnies, packing bananas and goldfish crackers as ersatz lunches for the kids because I haven't gotten to the store. It has meant banging my head against the wall more days than not. I am apparently able to write only 5 to 7 good pages a day. It does not sound like a lot because it is not a lot. But it's like losing weight: a half pound isn't much per week, but after a few months, you have to buy new jeans.
Happy to say the work seems to be paying off. Just got the word that I am a finalist in the Romance category for the Writer's League of Texas Manuscript Contest!
I'm heading to Austin at the end of June, for their 21st Agents and Editors Conference. The line-up for faculty and workshops sounds amazing and I cannot WAIT to meet other writers and to learn more, more, more about writing craft and business. (Sidebar: why is EVERYTHING I do a hybrid of craft and business? Note to self to examine that sometime…)
All the winners and finalists will be announced at their keynote address and the biggest thing is that I will have the opportunity to meet with an agent. Gulp. Crafting the elevator pitch might be the toughest two sentences I've ever written.
I'll take any kind of luck y'all can spare.